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Authors: Michael Phillips
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The Braxtons of Miracle Springs
© 1996 Michael Phillips
Published by Bethany House Publishers
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Bloomington, Minnesota 55438
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Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan
Ebook edition created 2016
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ISBN 978-1-4412-2952-6
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
To girls and young women everywhere who, like Corrie, have committed themselves to truth, to personal virtue, and to placing what God wants as preeminent in their lives. It is my prayer that the Lord Jesus will be your faithful life-companion, and that you will, like Corrie, discover character and strength and the meaning of life within yourself, and thus will come to know the depths of true womanhood.
Chapter 1. How We Wound Up in California
Chapter 4. Our First Home Together
Chapter 5. A Visit with the Rutledges
Chapter 8. A Conversation About Dinner
Chapter 9. Shopping in the City
Chapter 10. What Mr. Kemble Had Been Up To
Chapter 11. A Dinner to Remember
Chapter 13. New Trouble for Pa
Chapter 14. Are You Willing to Be the Instrument?
Chapter 16. Fenceposts and Rails
Chapter 17. Moles and Dark Passageways
Chapter 19. A Disheartening Proposition
Chapter 21. Christopher and Alkali Jones
Chapter 22. A Disarmingly Direct Question
Chapter 23. Waking Up the Other Half
Chapter 24. Making Spiritual Legs Strong
Chapter 28. A Conversation With Becky
Chapter 29. The Lord Is a Faithful Life-Companion
Chapter 30. Christopher's Wisdom
Chapter 31. A Conversation About God's Leading
Chapter 32. Who Makes the Decisions?
Chapter 35. Losing an Old Friend
Chapter 37. A Happy Celebration
Chapter 38. How to Discern God's Will
Chapter 39. Christopher's Quandary
Chapter 40. Looking Ahead on the Shoulders of the Past
Chapter 41. Stranger in Miracle Springs
Chapter 43. A Fearsome Visitor
Chapter 44. Prisoners in Our Own House
Chapter 47. A Shot and What Followed
Chapter 49. A Costly Prayer and a Promise of Protection
Chapter 50. Out of the Mountains
Chapter 51. Devising a Risky Plan
Chapter 52. A Dash for the House
Chapter 54. The Prayer of Matthew 5:44
Chapter 55. Straightforward Challenge
Chapter 56. Straightforward Witness
How We Wound Up in California
For so many years I never imagined I would be married at all.
My ma had prepared me for being singleânot in so many words, but I came to understand well enoughâby letting me know I didn't have as fetching a face as most girls.
When I was older, people told me I was pretty. But when you grow up thinking of yourself as plain, nothing anyone says makes you think much differently.
Ma had packed us up and brought us from New York out to California by wagon train in 1852 to find our uncle Nick Belle, her brother. But Ma caught a fever and died on the way, and my brothers and sisters and I arrived in California alone. I was the oldest, but I was only fifteen at the time.
My name was Corrie Belle Hollister then. The
Corrie
is short for Cornelia.
We found our uncle. But that wasn't allâwe found our Pa too, who we thought was dead. Pa's name is Drummond Hollister.
Pa and Uncle Nick had gotten themselves mixed up with some outlaws back East when we kids were pretty young. They'd wound up in jail and then broken out and come west to California in the 1840s to try to get rid of bad men and lawmen and old warrants against them all at once. The gold drew them west too.
But it turned out that they didn't escape their problems at all. Instead, the trouble just followed them west like we did. We hadn't seen either of them or even gotten a letter for years. Ma'd heard that Pa was dead.
Not only was he not dead, we later found out that he was innocent of most of the terrible things the Catskill Gangâthat's what the outlaws they knew called themselvesâhad done. There had been a robbery and some shootings, but Pa and Uncle Nick didn't kill anyone. When they took off for California, some of the gang thought they had the money from the robbery. So several of them followed Pa and Uncle Nick out West and caused them all kinds of trouble. One such man was Buck Krebbs, who is dead now.
Later, when my brother Zack was riding for the Pony Express in the Utah-Nevada territory,
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he ran into another man called Demming who was still following Pa after all these years because he thought Pa had the loot from the Catskill Gang robbery too.
Zack had some adventures of his own with Demming out there in the desert, and by the time he was back home in Miracle Springs, Californiaâthat's where we liveâthe man swore he'd kill Zack
and
Pa, and that he wouldn't stop looking till he found them.
Of course, I had no way of knowing it, but the happiest event of my life, my wedding, would be the very thing that gave Demming the chance to do just thatâfind Pa and Zack.
We were all in danger, though none of us realized it!
But I am getting ahead of myself. After we got to California and found Pa, the little gold-mining town of Miracle Springs became our home. We had a pretty big gold strike on our claim, Pa married a businesslady in town, a widow by the name of Almeda Parrish, and I started writing newspaper articles for the San Francisco
Alta
.
As I got older, and still figuring I'd never get married, I began to have some adventures of my own. I don't suppose I was always wise in some of the things I did, running around the stateâand even the whole country!âpursuing newspaper stories, and getting myself in some scary situations. But the Lord protected me, and I had some pretty exciting experiences that I wrote about as a result.
Because of my writing, I got a little involved in politics. So did Pa. He became mayor of Miracle Springs in 1856, and then later served for a while in the California assembly in Sacramento. Both the politics and my writing led me back to the eastern part of the United States during the War between the States in the 1860s when I was in my late twenties. I met President Lincoln before his assassination.
I spent two years in the East, writing articles about the war and working for the Sanitary Commission, and near the end of the war I was shot and wounded, though not from a war battle, outside Richmond, Virginia.
I fell off my horse unconscious. And I would certainly have died if a man hadn't happened along. (Well, he didn't just
happen
alongâI don't believe anything just “happens.” The Lord sent him to help me.) He found me lying there beside the road, took me back to the ranch where he was foreman, and cared for me until I recovered.
That man's name was Christopher Braxton.
It wasn't too much longer after I was up and out of bed and feeling better before Christopher and I realized we were falling in love with each other. The very thing I thought would never happen to me . . . it did!
Christopher had wanted to be a pastor and had been one too for a short time, although he wasn't anymore. He was such a deep spiritual man who saw God's principles of truth in everything. I had been a Christian for as long as I could remember and had been trying to walk closer to God ever since I was about sixteen. But knowing Christopher helped my faith in God grow more than anything else ever had.
I can't think of anything better for a girl or young lady to say about a man she wants (or hopes!) to marry than thatâthat he helps you believe and trust in God more than you can by yourself. What greater thing could a man and woman do for each other than that?
I suppose some people would think someone like Christopher would be “too good” to be much fun. All I know is that, now that I know him as I do, I would never even think of marrying a man who wasn't trying with everything in him to be good, to be all God wanted him to be. Christopher is the truest man I have ever known, and I know there are many men in the world like him, even though sometimes you have to wait a long time to find them. I am
so
glad I waited for Christopher and didn't get married when I was younger to a man named Cal Burton, who came very close to sweeping me off my feet. But that is another story!
Besides, because Christopher is true, he is fun too. And it goes without saying that I think he's handsomeâwith those light blue eyes and strong shoulders and that wonderful thick brown hair. I love his voice, which is strong and gentle. I love all of him so much!
Some people might say I love Christopher
too
much and therefore don't see his faults. Well, if that's true, I'm not going to worry about it. I know Christopher has just as many faults as anyone else, including me. But I figure when God wants Christopher to take care of any of them,
he'll
let him know better than I ever could.
After I had recovered completely from my wound and the war was over, I returned to Miracle Springs. Christopher followed a while later to ask Pa if he could marry me. That was about a year and a half ago.
Pa was nearly speechless after what Christopher said next. “But I don't want your answer for a year, Mr. Hollister,” he said. “I would like to work for you for the next twelve months so that you can find out what kind of a man I am.
After
that time, you will better be able to say whether you think Corrie and I are right for each other and ought to be married. Then you can give me your answer.”
Well, Christopher
did
work with Pa for a year, first around the farm, then as a partner digging for gold in our new mine. He lived on our property, in the bunkhouse that was part of our new barn, and he ate his meals with us. Christopher called it an “apprenticeship engagement.” After that, Pa thought even more of him than he had at first. He told Christopher he'd be proud to give him my hand in marriage.
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. The story of Zack's adventures is told in
Grayfox
, a companion volume to The Journals of Corrie Belle Hollister, published by Bethany House Publishers.